I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

There are no pulp residues and sediments that affect the taste, probably filtered.The little guy is quite careful.

Apart from the sweet juice itself, the added honey also adds a lot of color to it.

But if it's only this level, it's far worse than her wine.

After taking a couple of sips, she had already figured out the words in her heart, just waiting to pick out the faults.

Can……

When she saw the sweaty, panting young dragon looking up at her expectantly waiting for her evaluation, she took another sip of the juice for some reason.

"The taste...is really good."

"Then sir... would you like to drink less wine?"

The drink she brought was approved by her, and the little guy showed that stupid smile again and asked her.

"……Ah."

This little guy... really...

He obviously won the bet, but he just asked her to drink less, instead of telling her to stop drinking...

"Naturally. Broken promises and stuff...I hate it."

She shook the porcelain bottle and took another sip.

"This, how do you do it?"

The little guy can't make such a drink by himself, so he must have found a lot of people.

Dragon Palace is not small, since this little guy is not willing to dictate his temper, he presumably made this bottle of juice by running around by himself, no wonder he is so tired.

Thinking about it, she fetched an empty teacup and filled it with fruit juice and handed it to him.

"Thank you sir... Gululu..."

After drinking it in one gulp, the little guy wiped his mouth in satisfaction, and then began to tell her how he found the eunuch in charge of flowers and fruits, how he got honey, and how he asked the little man for help.

"Would you like another drink?"

This time, the little guy didn't pick it up.

"This is for you, sir, how can I drink more."

He wiped the sweat off his face, and then happily ran to practice calligraphy.As I wrote, I promised her that I would make up for what was left behind.

"..."

When she lifted the bottle again, she realized that she had run out of juice at some point.

"...A Xi."

"I'm here, sir."

She rarely called out the name of the little guy, and the little guy responded to her immediately.

"Tomorrow, bring another bottle."

"Ah."

As it should be, two hours were wasted, and the day's practice ended in his disappointed farewell.

and after……

After a few years, the little guy grew up, and his handwriting was good. She felt that she had taught everything she could teach, and she was not very useful, so she left the Dragon Palace and went on a parade.

Although she was free from the place bound by the rules, she occasionally missed the taste of the juice, the silly smile of the little guy, and the unstoppable "Mr."

until……

Suddenly, she was so excited to tell a story, she saw that familiar blue shadow, and that...

"Sir, this is the teacher who taught me how to read, Mr. Miaobi."

"Mr. Miaobi..."

She looked at her sister, and the affectionate young dragon who was entangled with her and called "Mr."

Are you his husband too, Eleven.

And... why do you want to add a name to her address?

Why... not on her?

Fate... so...

Having heard the process of the two getting married, looking at the figures of the two leaving, hidden in the joy expressed is a faintly trembling heart.

Back to the confrontation between the twelve lands and the sea

"Do you really want to do this? You know, if you continue to do it..."

"It's already... there is no turning back..."

Holding the thing in front of him with two paws, he opened his mouth wide, as if he could swallow the world's rivers and rivers.

Whales devour cattle and drink, like a hurricane passing through, leaving nothing behind.

"Eat so fast!"

"It's amazing! So many can be eaten in one go!"

"Wow! Could it be that it won the big stomach king competition this time!"

Countless praises came from outside the court, which made him raise his head even more proudly.

Stupid mortals, I just exerted less than one ten-thousandth of my power and let you worship him. If He regains his former glory, wouldn't you faint with excitement just by looking at him from a distance?

Hmph, the quality of this class of mortals is nothing more than that.Little true dragon, you did your best.

More praise!

"Wow! Look at its scales, they are so beautiful!"

"And that opposite angle! Like a pair of spears soaring into the sky, it's so cool!"

"I really want to touch its tail...it must be slippery and soft...hehehe..."

"?"

Although he still praised him, he always felt that the direction of the wind had changed.

"Who is its owner? You must like it because it is so beautifully dressed."

"It's that little white-haired brother over there... oh, no, it's my husband."

"What about your husband, at such a young age, where is his morality, face, and bottom line? That's obviously my man!"

Hey Hey hey!You mortals, keep your eyes open for me!Shouldn't I be the object of your admiration and amazement now!Why did the attention go to the little real dragon again?

He was angry, opened his bloody mouth wide, and swallowed the noodles and the bowl in one gulp.The stunned contestants next to them choked and coughed.

But even so, he found himself exhausted.

The wind direction of the audience's comments can no longer be brought back... They no longer care about who is working hard on the court.

"Damn mortals... only care about useless appearances..."

"A beautiful painting of flesh and blood can fascinate them...but they turn a blind eye to the magnificent soul..."

The gilded cub hugged a medal the size of a steamed bun and sighed softly.

His eyes are full of regret for mortals not being able to wake up.

"It's a good job, this time it's the leader again."

A pair of hands reached out from behind and hugged him whole, and words of praise followed.

"Hmph, the mere ratio of gluttony to me is nothing more than dust on my fingertips, and I can get it with a wave of my hand."

He lifted the medal in his claws by his tail, then twisted his body, and in one breath, he climbed to the top of his head like a cat climbing a wall.

"Take it, Xiaolong."

Throwing the medal to him, he shrank his body, and his shape changed from the size of an adult cat to the size of a palm.

The physical body built with the so-called "arcane energy" can be large or small, although it is not as omnipotent as in the past, it is quite convenient.And you can use this nasty real dragon as a climbing frame to enjoy the fun of driving him in advance.

"But there is still a place you want to go? If there is no place, we have to set off to participate in the chess show."

Bai Tian put the medal into the pouch on his waist, raised his hand and scooped the year-old cat into his palm.

"I'm tired, don't call me no matter what."

Even though Sui was a bit reluctant, but now that he was dependent on others, he wanted to continue to act with the flesh in reality, and he still had to endure what the day had done to him.

"That's right. After all, it's just a game between the juniors. Although they each have their own talents, at this age, we can only be regarded as not popular."

While following his words during the day, he began to rua the cat.

If Sui himself hadn't insisted on choosing the color scheme by himself, he would have turned him into the former Xiaofei.

But now this gilt painting is quite noble, and the ratio of scales and hairs is also excellent.It's a pity that his temperament is still too arrogant, so he won't rub his belly easily.

"..."

The year-old cat raised its paws to cover the corner of its mouth, and yawned gracefully. Then, with both paws still on Bai Tian's arm, it squinted its eyes and snored.

Seeing this, Bai Tian moved a little more gently, took Him in his arms, and traveled thousands of miles in a single step.

……

"Don't be in a hurry. As long as you keep your mind steady like in the last game, all the players here will not be your opponents."

The old man whispered to the young girl, then waved his hand, and Fu Xun at the side brought her snacks and juice.

"If you beat them, you will be able to meet the god. Little Yan, come on."

Fu Xun also sent encouragement.

"Will do……"

The young girl raised her eyes, glanced at the frowning teenagers, and responded with a small mouth.

"Three of you, let me be the first to speak."

The summons sounded, and under the watchful eyes of the two, the young girl got up, dragged her newly changed Shu brocade cloud shirt, and stepped into the competition room.

Subsequently, the status of the contestants and the chessboard was displayed on the screens around the arena.

Two quarters of an hour later, under the dull expression of doubting life, the victorious young girl slowly got up and left the arena.

"It's awesome, Xiaoyan Zaier. If you win this round, you're already in the top four, and if you play another round, you'll be in the final."

Back at the inn where he was staying, Fu Xun held the young girl in his arms, rubbing her chubby face while talking about the next match schedule.

"The opponent in the next round... if nothing else happens, it will be this Qilin'er who was born in the capital of God."

The old man looked at the profile of several players, and then showed the profile of the player he was optimistic about to the two of them.

"I have seen this kid once before. At that time, he was only eight years old, but he already had his own opinions on chess. Now he is fourteen, and he has played chess with many masters in the capital of God, so he has rich experience."

"If Xiaoyan wants to face him, it won't be as easy as it is today..."

The old man told them about the chess style and moves that this person is good at, and only when he felt that he was prepared enough did he end this small affair.

only……

"Huh? How come... that Qilin was eliminated?"

After getting today's match list from the field personnel, the old man looked at the player opposite the young girl's head in astonishment.

"Although it's a bit unexpected...but it's easier this way."

Although it's a pity that I can't see the game between the two young geniuses, the probability of my own child winning is much higher.

This is indeed the case. The young girl easily defeated the opponent with her own talent (group thinking), and made a young man suffer a lot.

"This time I'm in big trouble..."

The young girl who came back to rest raised her head and looked at the old man who was constantly sighing, seeming to be puzzled.But the old man is in distress and has no time to explain her doubts, and Fu Xun... Where is Fu Xun?

"Teacher, teacher! I found out, Xiao Yan Zai'er's opponent this time..."

"Kun Er, the first speech!"